Disclaimer:Xiaolin showdown not mine nor the characters not making money.
2nd A/N: helluuu^_^ my name's Lemonade co-author of Pink. As she had already mentioned waaaaaay back, she's busy with collage right now and I was asked to monitor the stories and to be the one to type the updates buuuuuut since I'm the lazy one of the 2 it took me like months, to actually find the will to type anything, we still don't have a beta so if there are any problems I would like to apologize before hand and pls. also keep in mind that English is NOT our 1st language. That's all and I think I could like update once a week if the lazy bug doesn't sting me again ^_^
Oh and just a warning the way I do my stories it a little different than hers, mine's… well… worse T_T
The sun was hidden beneath gray clouds that day. A gloomy and ominous day it was. It matched the heart of a young boy named Jack.
Inside the mansion where he dutifully performs his chores to the best of his capabilities, considering he could only use one hand. He looked forlornly at his immobile left hand currently wrapped in bandages. It struck him with so much grief that he could no longer play his most treasured flute. His eyes shone with unshed tears, oh how he wanted to cry but he knew he had to be strong. He just had to be. If he ever wanted to see his beloved sister again. It was the only thing that actually made him brave out the day. The simple hope that if he ever survived this he will be reunited with his sister.
Right now he was tending the garden. Clay had assigned him an easy task ever since the incident which jack was grateful.
He looked around the garden with it's vast vegetation. If it was another day he would admire them and be uplifted by their beauty but he was still mourning for this hand that made everything look so gray.
He looked up at the dark sky and closed his eyes. Making a silent wish that his sister was in a much better condition than he was.
Baron Young was calmly sitting inside his study. He had just finished meditating. His physical state was at ease but his mental status was a whole different manner.
The beast was thrashing. It was looking for something, something of great importance. It was growing Impatient and violent. It was clawing it's way to the surface. If the Baron did not put a stop to it, the beast might cause a big problem. And it didn't help that he was still obsessing about the boy.
The slave constantly swamps his brain. He had tried everything to keep his mind clear but nothing seems to work. He tried removing everything that made him intrigued by the boy and yet …
Something was not right, so terribly wrong, because every time he would punish the boy, he would grow increasingly uneasy. His chest hurts to the point he could no longer breath and Beast was lashing at in it's confinements. He did not understand, no matter how much he tried to analyze the situation the answer simply eludes him.
He sighed deeply and looked at the dancing flames in the fireplace. He had been thinking so hard and so long that he felt so tired, so… alone. He had been trying to deny it these past few months but now he finally accepted the fact. It was entirely new to him. For countless years he had been alone, he did not mind it since he does not believe in getting a companion. For him it was just giving others to stab you in your sleep not that anyone could actually do it but he'd rather not be on guard 24/7. But now, he wanted someone to share his eternity with he didn't know why but he just did. It was like something had awaken deep inside him.
For the longest time he could remember, he never needed anyone, never wanted anyone which was probably why he was so intrigued that he felt so strongly about his slave. It was the 1st time he had actually wanted something so much that he was willing to anything to obtain it. Even the beast was drawn towards this boy.
The confusion in his mind was so much that sometimes was so much that he thought it might be good to just kill the boy to stop this obsession. But the beast would suddenly get wild and he would experience a great amount of pain as his chest constricts. The thought of the boy not being by his side was just too much that he would rather feel tormented than never see the boy's face, or look afar at his beauty. It simply was NOT an option.
The boy became something he needed to function properly, like air or water. Without the boy … he could not even imagine it.
He sighed once again, he was such at a loss.
He gracefully stood up and went out the balcony. His gaze immediately sought after the boy.
His slave was tending the garden. He allowed himself to just merely look at the boy. He was just too tired to gather up any anger (or any form of energy using actions) towards the boy sight now.
His slave, for the lack of better word … was perfect. Everything the boy was and does just seems perfect that the baron can't help but seem mesmerized by them. It was the reason for his anger actually. He felt no control over his thoughts and emotions and it was very disturbing for him. And he approached all that was anything negative to him in the same fashion, hostility.
The boy was watering the plants and the thing that he noticed first was that the boy was not smiling. In fact, his shoulders were slumped and his movements sluggish. Then he saw the wrapped up left hand and once again he felt that all too familiar ache in his thorax area. It was so confusing.
He ran his hand through his hair in a frustrated manner. What was happening to him? He was not like this. He tried piecing the puzzle but he simply can not get the entire picture and everything seemed connected to his slave. The answer must lie in the boy.
The beast inside him growled, frustrated at his human counter part. He knew humans were stupid but not this stupid. The one he had been waiting for centuries was finally here and he'll be damned if he does not get him soon. By the way things are progressing it seems that he'd have to wait longer. the beast snarled, no way! He was anything but patient he has to do something to speed things up. So intervene he shall.
Freaku – thank you very much for you support to this story, I would like to apologize to you for such the long delay. The map was already finsihed by Pink all i have to do is write the story but i was just too lazy, my sincerest apologies. And as promised this is the point whne things actually get better for Jack.
Hriven – yes i agree with you (nods), he might be the prince of darkness but he's an idiot when it comes to love.
Iamhappytojustbealive – don't worry things will be looking up now for poor little jack i assure you. Unlike Pink, i don't like torturing the ukes...
Dark – and you shall and if lucky enough at least once a week update ^_^
FlameToungue – yes, it is a drama after all and don't worry i shall be udating as soon as i can